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Chen Dong's room.

Chen Yuan walked in with his eyes shining like he'd seen a treasure. He rubbed his hands together, staring at the computer and chuckling. "Hey, are you going to use the computer tonight?"

"I haven't installed any games." Chen Dong knew what he was up to.

But how could Chen Zhenjiang not be wary when he promised to buy him a computer? After all, Chen Dong was just as popular as Chen Yuan back then, and it was impossible for him to stay home and play games.

The game has long been restricted through group strategies.

"Watching movies and playing on QQ are still okay," Chen Dong continued, adding that there are still other things to do if you have to settle for less.

Chen Yuan's gradually dimming eyes suddenly brightened again, and he plopped down in a chair. "No more sneaking around tonight, I'm requisitioning this computer."

Chen Dong didn't refuse. Anyway, he had already updated today, and with the drafts he had saved up and the two chapters he wrote at the internet cafe that night, he already had seven chapters. There was no rush for the novel, so he simply took out his test paper and did some practice questions.

"Damn, it's your turn to turn the tables."

Seeing Chen Dong take out the test paper, Chen Yuan cursed helplessly. On New Year's Eve, he was writing an essay in an internet cafe. After washing up at home, he still didn't go to sleep until almost 11 o'clock and had to take out the test paper to do practice questions.

He lacked that kind of relentless studying drive; no wonder he became a mediocre student and turned into a top student.

"Go ahead and do your thing."

Chen Dong chuckled softly and then began to seriously work on the practice problems.

Chen Yuan didn't disturb him. He noticed that the computer was still connected to an external webcam, so he immediately logged into QQ and snapped a few pictures. He then chose the best one to post on his QQ space.

It was also accompanied by particularly cringeworthy captions.

"Time may pass, but I remain. Giving up isn't me admitting defeat; I've simply come to understand."

In other words, he can't edit the photos yet, otherwise the chuunibyou teenager might have produced some melancholic selfies. But the narcissistic Chen Yuan thinks his selfies and captions are very impressive.

Posted, awaiting comments, or more precisely, the one she can see.

"Damn, I can't even play QQ mini-games, this computer is ruined." After posting on his social media, Chen Yuan wanted to try whether QQ mini-games would run.

As a result, all in-game functions were restricted.

However, besides games, Chen Yuan has another hobby: reading novels.

I especially like action-packed stories.

Xia Yu and Xie Wendong, who lived in the city, stayed up all night reading these classics during high school. After reading them, he found it difficult to read other books of the same genre. He then turned to fantasy novels and became excited.

"What the hell is this 'fighting spirit' thing?"

He was searching for novels online when he was suddenly drawn to a fantasy novel. The concept of "battle qi" was still very novel in this era. He then looked at the table of contents.

Holy crap, the first chapter is about a fallen genius.

Why does the chapter title feel like it's talking about me? If I had known my brother could make such a perfect comeback, maybe he would have stopped reading games and novels and studied hard during his senior year of high school, and he could have made a successful comeback too.

He was a genius, but his life was ruined by video game novels.

Once you open a chapter, the more you read, the more captivating it becomes. Before you know it, you're completely immersed in it, and when you come across something exciting, you can't help but slap your thigh in amazement, and occasionally you even light a cigarette to add to the excitement.

"Aren't you asleep yet?"

Time flew by and it was almost midnight. Chen Dong had finished a set of test papers, packed up his stationery, glanced at Chen Yuan, and asked.

"You go to sleep first, I'll watch for a while longer."

Chen Yuan kept his eyes glued to the screen without looking up, only waving his hand occasionally to signal Chen Dong to ignore him; for a night owl, going to bed at one or two in the morning was considered early.

But since it's a new book and hasn't been officially released yet, it's only been updated for about forty days, with a total of less than a hundred chapters. Veteran readers finished it quickly.

"Damn, only this little bit updated?"

Chen Yuan suddenly slapped the table helplessly. The feeling of finishing the latest chapter was particularly unpleasant. Bad books were fine, so he didn't even bother to glance at them, but this kind of classic was just too short and the author wasn't updating frequently enough.

"Are you reading a novel?"

Chen Dong didn't notice what Chen Yuan was playing. He tidied up his stationery and went to bed to rest.

"Wow, I just discovered a great book."

"What's your name?"

"What was that Battle Through the Heavens again?"

Chen Yuan couldn't remember the title at first, so he double-checked, "Yes, Battle Through the Heavens!"

Chen Dong was slightly taken aback; they were actually reading his novel.

"The updates are so damn infrequent, less than a hundred chapters. I finished reading it in just over an hour. This author is so unhelpful. I really want to climb up the internet cable and tie him up. Give me twenty hours a day to write!"

Chen Yuan said fiercely, startling Chen Dong.

This is one of the reasons why the author doesn't dare to reveal too much information. There's nothing wrong with the author writing novels, but it's quite embarrassing and awkward if acquaintances find out, especially when writing something with a bit of color.

That's all fine, but I'm afraid of encountering extreme fans, who can sometimes really do extreme things.

He had heard many stories in his original world about authors being pressured to update their work in their neighborhoods, and some had even been kidnapped. Fans would urge him to update his work in person instead of sending him razor blades.

Who can bear it?

Judging from Chen Yuan's current rage, if he were to discover that he wrote "Battle Through the Heavens," he would probably tear him to pieces.

The author's identity must not be revealed under any circumstances; he can't even play on the computer.

"Found a masterpiece, highly recommended! Fortune changes every thirty years, never underestimate a young man's potential!" Chen Yuan quickly shared a post on QQ Space.

He even took another photo, clenching his fist, gritting his teeth, and looking determined.

Thirty years east of the river! Thirty years west of the river!

Don't bully young poor!

He's not doing so well now, but he's young, and things change. The future is definitely his. Don't underestimate me because I was poor when I was young!

These memorable quotes perfectly resonate with his chuunibyou (adolescent delusions of grandeur) personality, and I believe they will soon become a major symbol of Battle Through the Heavens.

"Hey bro, any good novel recommendations lately?"

After clicking "Publish," Chen Yuan looked at Chen Dong again. He was so engrossed in "Battle Through the Heavens" that he wasn't sleepy at all and just wanted to read some good books. After all, he loved learning.

"I haven't read a novel in almost two months," Chen Dong shook his head.

"That's true. You've turned your life around. You don't smoke, drink, get perms, date, play video games, or read novels anymore." Chen Yuan smiled.

Crackle, crackle.

Bang bang!

As the clock struck twelve, the sound of firecrackers suddenly filled the air, and various fireworks and firecrackers created a magnificent spectacle under the glow of countless lights.

Chen Dong looked out the window at the fireworks bursting everywhere outside, and a bright smile appeared on his face.

He likes this era.

Unlike later generations where fireworks were banned everywhere, this era was a time of peace and prosperity, with the whole country celebrating and full of festive spirit. He, who was already lonely in later generations, could not feel any festive spirit at all.

"Go to sleep, go to sleep, we'll play again tomorrow."

Chen Yuan didn't look out the window. He flipped through a few novels to try and read them, but he couldn't get into any of them. With "Battle Through the Heavens" as his predecessor, he felt that other novels were rubbish.

……

The next morning, Chen Dong got up early, while Chen Yuan was still lying in bed. Chen Dong didn't open his eyes until he finished washing up, and he got up reluctantly.

Having gotten used to the laid-back life of college, who would want to go back to the rhythm of high school life, where not sleeping until you naturally wake up would be a disservice to ten years of hard study?

Chen Fumin and the others have already arrived. The elderly don't need much sleep, and Chen Zhenying and the others don't stay in bed too long. They got up early, got ready, and drove over for breakfast.

"Come and eat quickly, we'll go visit the temple later." Zeng Ling called to the children who had just gotten up, and casually mentioned today's plans.

Visiting temples on the first day of the Lunar New Year is still quite traditional. Although they don't compete for the first incense offering or anything like that, they still visit temples almost every year around this time.

Chen Dong wanted to stay home to write his novel, but felt it wasn't appropriate, so he had no choice but to go out for a stroll.

They ate lunch out, with Zeng Ling having made reservations in advance. They ate dinner at home, and while cooking, Zhang Yanqing chatted with Chen Dong and the others about their studies for a while.

Chen Dong also helped Chen Lin and Zhang Mengjin learn how to build a knowledge system.

The first day of the Lunar New Year passed by in this uneventful yet somewhat tiring manner. After breakfast the next day, Chen Zhennan and Chen Zhenying drove away.

There's no way around it, there's only so much annual leave. Chen Zhenying also has to take care of her husband's family, and Chen Zhennan also has to take care of his family. Moreover, high school holidays are not many, especially for senior high school students, so they can only stay in one place for two days during the Lunar New Year.

Chen Dong and the others did the same. Zeng Ling wanted to go back to her parents' home, so the three of them drove there.

Fortunately, the journey wasn't far; it was in the next city, and it wasn't peak time for the return traffic. It only took two hours by highway.

I can't write any more words, but I have enough drafts saved up.

But Chen Dong didn't waste any time; he brought several test papers and did two of them on the bus.

"Go back and tell your parents that we can't stay here for long this time. We have to go back tomorrow. The main reason is that the kids don't have many days off and they have so much homework."

As they approached his mother's house, Chen Zhenjiang glanced at Chen Dongdao, who was diligently doing practice problems in the back seat.

"Yes, I know." Zeng Ling nodded.

"Next year will be better, then you can come back and stay for a few more days," Chen Zhenjiang comforted him.

In the past, when winter vacation was longer, Zeng Ling would stay at her parents' home for three to five days. But now her son is a senior in high school and his vacation is shorter. Moreover, he has suddenly realized his mistakes and his grades have improved. He is diligently doing practice questions in the car, making the most of every minute to study.

This scene touched them deeply, and they decided to prioritize their son's studies.

Chen Zhennan and his colleagues haven't stayed for more than two days this year; they've been thinking about their children's studies.

"jingle."

Just then, Zeng Ling's phone rang. It was her mother, Jiang Qingrang, calling. As soon as she answered, she heard laughter from the other end, "Zeng Ling, how much longer until you arrive?"

"We're already in the city, Mom," Zeng Ling said.

"Oh, which street are we on?"

"It's just past the third bridge, about ten minutes away."

"Okay, your sister and brother are here. They're just waiting for you to come and have fun. Take your time on the road."

The mother and daughter chatted for a few minutes before ending the call.

Ten minutes later.

"Son, we're almost at your grandparents' house. Stop cooking and get ready to get off the bus," Zeng Ling reminded Chen Dong as she turned around.

"it is good."

Chen Dong didn't look up. He quickly finished the last question before putting away his test paper, pens, and ink into his bag.

I looked up at the street ahead.

It felt quite familiar, since the original owner had visited many times, though she didn't particularly like it.

Well, my dad's family structure is alright. The first two are boys and the youngest is a girl, so it's not like they favor boys over girls.

When people get together during holidays, they don't engage in sarcastic or sarcastic remarks, comparing jobs, incomes, or children's studies.

However, my mother's side, considering that she has two older sisters and is the youngest brother, is somewhat sexist, which is why my aunt and uncle especially like to compare them.

If you want to compare jobs and income, that's fine, that's your business as adults. But if you insist on comparing your children back and forth, then you're in the wrong.

At least the original owner was very disgusted, after all, the original owner was unbeatable in everything except skipping school, fighting, eating, drinking and having fun, and was completely defeated in every other aspect, and was always completely outmatched.

How could anyone like it?

Even Chen Zhenjiang had some objections, but he didn't want to get angry.